Sandy groaned slightly as he awoke, momentarily aware of nothing save for the pounding in his own head. He tried to piece together what exactly had gone down that night. How much of it had been a dream? How much of it had been real? He remembered hands around his throat. The hands of the man that he loved. No. The hands of the men that he loved. It still ached severely. An ache that expert hands would not leave. A familiar ache that he hadn't felt in years. Jonathan. It had to've been Jonathan. But it couldn't've been Jonathan, because Jonathan was dead. And of course, there were no such things as ghosts. Finally, the sound of the breathing beneath him made him aware of more than just his own thoughts. His eyes fluttered open to see Jeffrey asleep beneath him. And then he remembered more. Being found unconscious. Coming back to the car. He eyed his surroundings and realized that they were still in Jeffrey's car. Holy crap. What the hell had he done? Had sex with Jeffrey in a car, right after he'd almost been strangled to death? And what had he told Jeffrey amidst his drunken stupor? Had he told him that he'd seen a ghost? Jeffrey would think he was crazy. Or worse. Had he told him that he still loved him? No. He wouldn't've let his guard down like that. No matter how much pot or alcohol he had in his system. He shifted to move off of Jeffrey when he saw him open his eyes.
"Sandy…" Jeffrey mumbled, momentarily surprised to see Sandy above him.
"Do you have any aspirin in this car?" Sandy mumbled. He had made up his mind. They were not going to discuss what had transpired here tonight. He was going to act like nothing had happened. And Jeffrey would take him home. And everything would work out just fine.
Jeffrey looked at him awkwardly. He knew what Sandy was doing. Of course he didn't want to say a word about what they'd done. Because then he would have to admit to himself that it had been so much more than just a drunken fuck. The thought momentarily crossed his mind to ask Sandy, but he quickly shot down the idea as pointless. Even if Sandy did still love him… Sandy wasn't one to so easily forgive. "Aspirin?" he mumbled, still half asleep and completely lost within his own thoughts.
"Yeah…" Sandy said, moving off of Jeffrey and back into the driver's seat. "Do you have any in here? My head is killing me…"
Jeffrey sighed as he looked into the glove compartment. "Nope…" he mumbled, before zipping his pants back up.
Sandy moved in the seat to pull on his boxers, followed quickly by his pants. Jeffrey was looking at him, and he could tell by his piercing gaze that he had so many questions, but, of course, he had no intention of answering any one of them. It was all just way too much for one night.
Jeffrey moved out of the car and opened the driver's side door. "Let me drive you home…" he said.
Sandy got out of the car and opened the passenger side door. He sat down in the seat and pulled his seatbelt on as he watched Jeffrey toss his stained shirt into the back seat, leaving on only the fitted t-shirt that he wore underneath. He rested his head against the seat as Jeffrey put the keys into the ignition and started to drive.
So many unanswered questions that needed to be asked. Jeffrey forced himself to stop thinking and focus on the road.